Compass of destiny

So here I am again,
Caught between the future, past
And the present domain.

Time a companion at every moment,
Ready to leave me behind
At the drop of a hat,

Its vital component.

Put my fingers in my pocket,
And take out
The compass of destiny.

Its needle is swinging
In wild ecstasy,
Directions are a joke

As the compass is still
Trying to find reason
In its search of temporary sanity.

The wind is blowing,
Directionless at every moment,
As the compass of destiny

Reconciles its triumph
In the complacency
Of the devils advocacy.

After a while,
The needle becomes still
Like a hermit on a hill.

The compass of destiny
Is all that's left
In the turbulence of life's storm.

Blowing freely at its will.